NaNoWriMo = ass kicked



Another NaNo come and gone. What a beautiful, frustrating month it was. The good news is it gets easier every year.

But I didn’t finish my book! I surpassed the 50k, but I’m still going strong. 

Stay tuned…


NaNoWriMo 2011, bitches!!


Dear friends,

The time has come again. The air is crisp, the leaves are falling. Frankly, it’s fucking lovely outside.

But, like every November, I will not experience a bit of that. Yes, folks, for the third year in a row, I will be participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo)- and I want you to join me.

Fifty thousand words in thirty days might seem like an impossibility, but I assure you it isn’t. It’s a life-changing experience. It’s frustrating as hell. But I count it among the greatest things humans have devised.

Why should you do it?

Simple. You’re not doing anything else. It doesn’t cost anything. You’ll probably meet someone really attractive who is willing to have babies with you at a local write in. In large quantities, books can be traded for cocaine. Even if your novel is total shit, people will respect you just for having done it. For an entire month, your ridiculous scotch habit is justified.

Last year, I wrote a little book called Clownhunter. It was about killing clowns. The year before that, I wrote a book called The Egg Said Nothing (which you haven’t bought yet, btw). It was about a guy who lays an egg. You don’t have to be serious. You don’t have to write great literature. You’ve just got to write. And you can do it.

I’ve seen your life. You’ve got nothing to lose.

You in?